"Sir, about Master Highwind... what should I tell him?"

The chamberlain was concerned. It was no secret that the Baronian Dragoon could be a dangerously jealous man, and after that... incident, with Mistress Rydia, well.... The older man sighed. If only the young prince had a proper survival instinct.

"Highwind? You mean Kain? Kain is here? Cool!"

"Sir, you’re not the least bit worried?"

"Worried? Why? Kain and I are like, best buds! We like the same things; we appreciate the same woman; we share the same awesome... I mean, we saved the world together! We’re like peas in a pod!"

They arrived at the throne room, and Edge paused upon finding the lance, embedded upright in the seat of his throne. He stared at it curiously, and the chamberlain hoped the evidence of Highwind’s unruly display set the boy’s mind on towards the proper conclusion.

Instead, Edge beamed, and the chamberlain saw his hopes for a brighter Eblani future murdered in a particularly gruesome daydream.

The prince laughed, trying to find a way to sit in the chair proper without the spear slicing into his person. "See? I told you: pure awesome! Who else would have the-"

"Sir, does this mean you would like him sent in?"

"Have you been listening, old man? Of course I want him sent in!"

"Sir."

The chamberlain left, and soon Edge began to fidget impatiently.

"Kain Highwind..." he said softly, grinning all the while. His guards watched him strangely, but heck, he knew the truth. "What a guy."